Well, we started college this week. I’m taking Math, History, Writing and Music. I have I think 12 or 13 credit hours here and that makes for a full load.

I really like my math teacher, she walked into the room and the first thing she did was write her name on the board and underneath it wrote, “weird teacher, not normal” I thought it boded well for a good solid teacher, I have her everyday for an hour and so far so good.

My history and English Teacher are both free thinkers. So I should have fun there too. The history teacher told us that if we have a different interpretation of what we’re reading to feel free to discuss it. I thought that was cool. My English teacher is going to be discussing the media and how it’s filtered and how that determines our understanding of what’s going on. So I should get a good perspective from that class as well.

My music class is going to take some getting used to. I like the teachers style for the most part. But you can tell that this is her first year with a community college. She was expecting alot higher level of ability then your average community college student comes to class with. Fortunately I wasn’t the only one having trouble with some of her exercises.

My books are freaking expensive! Even used and the used ones are sold already. I have to go campus crawling tomorrow. There is no way I’m spending 300 on new books.

I spent a lovely weekend chatting and talking to my new best bud. I love talking to Frock. We can talk for what seems like maybe 20 minutes only to find three hours passed. There was one day, Saturday, I think, where we talked all night long, didn’t get any sleep. Made myself sick the next day because I had DJ’d that night, so I was very wiped. But oh my what a wonderful way to get exhausted. He’s bought his plane ticket and is coming to see me in November. Then we’ll actually get to see if we like each other in reality.

Now I know I said I wasn’t going to have any relationships for at least two years. And I was fully planning on it. What I wasn’t planning on, was finding a friend who so compliments my personality. On finding a friend who makes me feel wanted and complete. A friend who tries to understand who I am and accept what is different about me.

So I need to eat a little crow, as my husband so elegantly put it. I’m in love, more in love then I thought I would ever be again. I no longer think this is a rebound relationship, it could be, but fortunately he has committments that will keep him away from me for the next 18 months and so that in itself will test our resolve. I love him so much and I’m thrilled to have someone in my life who’s such a good friend. I count myself very very lucky.

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